Our Job

Our job is to remember

As we bemoan each hard-won gray hair,

Our feet aching from pounding concrete hospital stairs

Our eyes bleary from early mornings and late nights

Our skin pale from days on end without sunlight

Our job is to remember

Behind every click, every key-stroke

Every beeper page, every flash of rage

As the patients we fight for are crushed by the system we work within

Our job is to remember

that the force behind all that we have done

and all that we will do

Is love

May reconnecting with that limitless force

Uplift us when we feel burdened

May it guide us when we drift astray

May it call us back when we don’t want to endure another day

When we struggle to see what our personal sacrifice is for

Rest assured, now and always,

Our job is love